When I was at Kai´s to fetch him for a ride, he had this smile... I know this type of smile, this little knowing, triumphant smile lurking at the edge of his mouth like a bloody assassin;-), as if he knew a joke I did not...;-). And he produced... tadaaah... this little blade from file and spring steel, with, wait, are these 60 layers? I like the clear pattern and the torsion that shows on one side.
The form is not my piece of cake, but still, one has to admire the clean pattern! Bro´, I will put up to the challenge for sure...:D and I am happy like a proud Da´ about the progress the guy´s making.
Those are the adventures of Mr. Fimbulmyrk, in bushcraft and blacksmithing, mountainbiking and hiking, reenactment, writing, singing, dancing, stargazing and having a piece of cake and a coffee. Pray have a seat and look around you, but be warned - the forest´s twilight is ferocious at times.
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